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psyphigirl · 3 days

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Trial Run

Content Warning for death feedism straying closer to abuse rather than a mutual relationship.

How was that? Nice?

No ... ? Oh. I spent a long time making that slop for you to enjoy. The least you could do is pretend to be appreciative of everything I do for you.

I know it makes you sick and eating so much is painful, I'm tired of hearing you compain. Your ailments don't have to be my problem. It's hardly my fault I had to fatten you into immobility. You were constantly trying to fucking escape!

Enough with the waterworks. Don't you think I know you well enough by now to tell when you're faking? Yeah that's right, dry your eyes.

Oh, what's that? Something's the matter? Let me guess: Tight chest? Probably a heart attack, then. But you aren't worried about a silly little mid-week heart attack. You've survived heart attacks before.

Unless ... Maybe there was a little extra sugar in today's slop. Maybe some extra lard, too. Or maybe, just maybe, there was a little dose of levalbuterol.

Ooooh ... That got your attention, didn't it? That's right. A beta agonist. The perfect thing to give to someone who suffers from reccurent heart attacks. I'm a little disappointed you knew what that was, to be honest. If you remember your time as a pharmasist it means I've failed to strip you of your personality and memories. No matter. I've learned from my mistakes.

Haha, now you don't fancy your odds! Now you don't think you'll make it through. Now you're scared.

I bet you wished you hadn't left me everything you own in your will. It was such a turn on for you to do so, too. At least, it was until I made you too big for the front door. All that money ... such an incentive for me to ... How should I put it ... Cash in? And move on to the next unsuspecting sow.

Hello? Still with us? Vision fading? Vignette growing around the edges of your vision?

Let me just lie you back down on the bed. There you are. If you're experiencing loss of vision you're sure to soon become too lightheaded to stay upright.

Woah ... I can actually hear your heart beating from your bedside. You're little heart is actually beating out of your chest and you're still lucid. How about that.

Don't give me that look. I won't leave you. I won't risk you pulling ofd yet another miraculous revival only for me to be halfway across the country, thinking the job is finished, and not being by your side to feed you some more slop.

I know you know you were only a trial run. But I did love our time together. Why don't you sleep now? There there. You won't have to deal with me much longer ...

#extreme feedee #extreme feeder #extreme feedism #death feeder #death feedee #death feedism #immobility #berrywrites

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smudje-blog · 3 months

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#feedee piggy #weight gain #immobility #death feedist #fatty getting fatter #death feederism #fat belly #immobile #make me huge #feed me

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dthg99 · 5 months

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Enchiladas were so good! 😋😋

#fatter #fatty belly #tummy tuesday #soft tummy #immobility #death feederism #belly gainer #bhm weight gain #fat bhm #bhm wg #male wg #feedeerism #feeder wanted #feedee belly

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thatguywhofedme · 3 months

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💕🐷 Goal sets for greedy piggies like you 🐷💕

- Have trouble looking down because of your double chin

- Have an ass so fat you need at the very least two chairs to support you when stuffing yourself

- Have a belly so big it makes it impossible to see the scale no matter what you try to do

- Speaking of which, make your bariatric scale say "error" to celebrate all the new lard engulfing your body

- Have a mobility scooter or a bariatric wheelchair to save the calories you would have lost while waddling around

- Condition yourself to oink when you need more food or fucks

- Suck down on at least 2 sticks of butter per day, it can only do wonders for you

Those are only a small number of goals to set yourself as a growing piggy, don't be shy to add more in the comments, every feedee needs inspiration to push themselves to their limit 😉

Let's normalize 600lbs and show everyone how it's done you magnificent piggies 😘

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immobilitygoals · 6 months

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Make me fat to the point where my weight becomes your excuse to keep me sedentary.

Oh, I'm too heavy for the chairs at a restaurant and I can't fit in the booths? Might be best to stay at home where I can sit on the couch or lay in bed. I'm sure they deliver anyways.

None of my clothes seem to fit like they should. Why worry about decency if the only person around is you? I can just throw on some pajama pants with a t-shirt that doesn't go over my chest.

I can't fit through the bedroom door frame! Not a problem, I can try to push myself through later. Why not go back to bed where you can bring me the snacks I wanted.

It's taking a lot of effort to get out of bed. Why bother struggling to get up when you always offer to get what I want. You always say how I shouldn't waste calories on such trivial things.

#immobile #immobility #bed bound #gaining weight on purpose #blob #feedee encouragement #feedee feeder #fat

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adiproseprose · 5 months

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Don't get me wrong, being crushed by your feedee is great, but have you ever made a larder so weak that if they ever try to stand up without your help, they just *plop* back down to wherever their sitting like the blobs they are? Too heavy to get up without building momentum, watching their bellies swing and right when it grazes the floor, the slightest push to their wobbly chest sends them crashing backwards, cellulite dimpled ass spreading out beneath them? Pinning them to the bed with nothing but your grip around their swollen wrist and the weight of their belly pressing against the muscles in their back?

Pretty soon gravity will take over the job of keeping them pinned to one spot anyways.

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chubunited · 3 hours

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The cream holding tank is really giving some ominous creaks lately, huh...

Comm for Zyphreium !

#fatfur #stuffing #belly kink #immobility #my art #weight gain #fat dragon #hosefeeding

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extra-stout-stories · 2 months

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Special Delivery

As a growing gainer's mobility diminishes, his regular delivery order takes an unexpected turn. (SSBHM to USSBHM feedee, gender-unspecified fat feeder, no explicit sex. CW: Immobility, bariatric tube feeding, brief moment of dubious consent.)

Written at the suggestion of a friend, here's a special delivery of XWG and immobility/bariatric kink. I've left the gender of the feeder unspecified so that gluttons of all persuasions can enjoy it. Eat up, and reblog if you like it!

He paused to lean on the doorframe of his apartment building, huffing and puffing, before swiping his key card to open the door.

The bus stop was only about 250 yards from the entrance to his apartment, but the walk was getting more and more difficult. By the time he made it out of his apartment, down the elevator and to the bus stop, he was red-faced and sweaty, wheezing and gasping, his gigantic belly rolling and wobbling as he struggled to squeeze himself into a seat.

Fortunately, there was a bench halfway between the bus stop and the building. More and more often, he found himself stopping there for a minute or two or three, pausing to catch his breath and harvest his energy for the rest of the trip.

This wouldn't even be an effort for most people, he thought to himself. But he didn't mind.

He enjoyed it, in fact. For years he had been getting fat on purpose, watching the numbers on the scale rise as his body grew softer and heavier. Other people would be shocked if they knew, but it even secretly turned him on to know that he was getting so fat that just walking to the bus stop was becoming a struggle.

Still, the effort could be a pain sometimes. Like right now. As he passed through the door of his apartment building and into the elevator, feeling his belly quiver against his thighs and leaning against the wall to take some of the pressure off of his knees and back, all he could think about was beaching himself on the couch until it was time to stand up and walk again.

That time wasn't too far off. He had already placed the order when he was riding home on the bus. But the walk from his couch to his apartment door was just twenty feet. And at the end of that walk there would be food.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, the buzzer rang. He took a deep breath, grunted, stuck his arms out for balance and began laboriously standing up from the couch, breathing heavily, pausing occasionally for an especially deep breath. The buzzer rang again. "I'm coming!" Slowly and ponderously, he waddled to the door.

He ordered from this particular fast food place all the time, but tonight there was a new delivery driver. He couldn't help noticing that they were substantially fat themselves, with thick thighs packed tightly into the pants of the driver's uniform, upper arms spilling like dough out of short sleeves, even a hint of belly peeking out from the bottom of the shirt. "Four burger meals, four milkshakes. Three chocolate lava cakes. And a two liter of Coke."

"That's me." He steadied himself on the wall by the door, then reached an arm out and took the bags, managing to slip both handles around his wrist and get a steady one-handed grip on the tray of milkshakes. "Thanks."

There was a smile on the driver's face as he shut the door.

It was getting harder and harder to reach the bus stop. He wasn't just pausing for a break on the bench any longer. Now he was stopping multiple times to lean himself against the building next to his, or on the fence that stretched the last few dozen feet from the bench to the bus stop. Then he had to climb into the bus, which was a struggle in itself, and hope that there would be a pair of side-by-side open seats at the front so that he wouldn't have to squeeze his belly in behind another pair of seats.

He found himself looking for excuses not to leave the apartment. It wasn't difficult to find them, since so many things could be done remotely now. And with the money he saved, he could afford to call a rideshare from an app instead of taking the bus. Pretty convenient.

The four burger meals were a part of his regular order rotation, and he found himself looking forward to visits from the fat delivery driver. He swapped out one of his pizza orders and started going for the burgers an additional night or two every week. Once he'd gotten in that habit, he bumped the number of burgers up to five, with an order or two of chicken wings for good measure.

As the driver handed him the last of his order, they smiled, their fat cheeks dimpling in a way he had come to recognize and appreciate. "I saw you trying to get the bus the other day."

He felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Yeah. Usually I take a rideshare, but the congestion pricing this weekend was really bad." He steadied himself on the doorframe and took a deep breath. "It's a pain in the ass trying to squeeze into those bus seats. I'm not exactly skinny."

The driver laughed. "You're a big boy. After all these burgers, who can blame you?" From someone else the words would have been hurtful, but they were said with obvious affection, and the driver was pretty fat themselves.

"Yeah, I guess I am." He grinned and patted his belly. "It's a lot of work hauling all this around. But I don't mind. I promise I'm not going to put you out of business by going on any diets."

Now it was the driver's turn to blush. "I'd miss seeing you. You're my favorite customer."

"Thanks." He hefted the bags of burgers and chicken, struggling to get a steady grip on the tray of milkshakes.

"Here, let me help you with that." The driver reached for the milkshakes, picked up the bag with the two-liter, and followed him into his apartment.

"Whew." He let out an exhausted sigh as he settled back down on the couch, feeling his quivering rolls slowly come to stillness as he sank into his favorite spot. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem." The driver was smiling again. "You know, you could put a bench there. To rest on when you're going to the door." They gestured at a spot between the living room and the bathroom door, where a bumpout for the hall closet made a natural alcove that was just deep enough to fit a bench.

"You know, that's a good idea." He grinned back at the driver. "I don't know what I would do without that bench at the bus stop."

"Or the fence. You must have been there a good five minutes before you got moving again."

He laughed. "Are you stalking me?"

"No! I was stuck in traffic. But I have to admit, I didn't mind the view. You're my favorite customer for a reason."

The driver's phone buzzed. "Shit! I have to get back on the road right now or my next delivery's gonna get cold. I'll see you soon."

As the driver hustled back to the door, he couldn't help admiring how their thick thighs and ass bounced and quivered in their snug uniform.

He took the driver up on their suggestion, and was glad he did. His burger binges, on top of all his other binges, were adding some serious weight to his body, and it was getting more and more difficult to walk. He had given up on the bus entirely. Making it downstairs to a rideshare was becoming an ordeal, even if it was pulled up right at the door of the apartment complex.

But he still didn't mind. With the bench in place, he could pause for a minute or two to catch his breath on the way to the door, and that made it not too difficult to order in. He had even put a mirror up on the wall opposite the bench so he could look at his flushed and panting face, the gigantic rolls of his thighs belly, and admire how fat he was getting. I'm so fat I can barely make it to the door, he would think to himself, and then all those hundreds on hundreds of pounds would quiver and shimmer as he shuddered with excitement.

Sometimes he'd spend so long in a reverie that the person delivering the food would get impatient, ring the doorbell again and again. That was when it wasn't his favorite driver, of course. They knew it would take him a while to answer the door. He found himself dropping the other restaurants out of his rotation, going deeper and deeper into the menu of what had become his favorite fast food place. And that driver always wore a smile.

One day they had another suggestion. "You know, it's not that expensive to get a remote door lock. You could open the door with a remote control, or with your phone." They smiled, fat cheeks dimpling, fat chins quivering. "That way I could bring the food straight to your couch."

"You'd do that for me?" He grinned. Their interactions were becoming more and more flirtatious lately. Sometimes he wondered if he should spill the beans and admit everything: that he was a gainer, that he had gotten this fat on purpose, that he looked forward to their delivery visits because he had a crush on them.

"Of course. Straight to your couch. Even straight to your bedroom, if you don't want to get up."

And sure enough, when he had the remote lock installed, they did.

It was a typical evening. He woke up from a nap to the bedroom beginning to darken as the sun began to set. He flipped on a light and pulled out his phone. Seven burger meals, six milkshakes, two family-size chicken platters… his mouth was already watering.

As usual, they came straight to his bedside, unloading the bags of food onto the bed right next to him so they would be in easy reach. But today they were rolling something in behind them as well, a large box on a handtruck.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's a special delivery." There was a look on their face he had never seen before. The dimpled smile was there, a little more mischievous than usual. But there was an intensity in their eyes now, too, a flush in their fat cheeks that was more than just exertion. "Something I've wanted to do to you for a long time."

"For a long…?" He paused, not sure how to continue. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the labored breath from each of them.

"Close your eyes." There was a sudden note of command in the driver's voice.

"Mmmmph!" Before he knew it, there was a hand on his face, roughly shoving. For a moment he felt like gagging as he felt something slip down his throat and something else shoved into his nostrils. He tried to speak, but with the tube in his throat, all he could manage was a grunt. But his meaning was clear. What the hell is going on?

The driver spoke rapidly, their voice husky and heavy. "I know. I know you're a gainer. I know you got this way on purpose. I could see it on your face. In your eyes. The way you looked at the food. The way you looked at me." They paused and took a deep breath. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing. When I'm not doing delivery for extra money, I'm a bariatric nurse. I have this all planned out."

They were in control now. "There's a lot of calories in this tube," they continued, swiftly and assuredly hooking it up to a canister of some sort and turning the valve. "Oil mixed with sugar. Pure calories. Going straight into your stomach. You're going to get fatter. A lot fatter. And quickly."

He thought for a moment about whether he should try to resist. But when he saw the look on the driver's face, he didn't want to.

It was a look of love.

And after all, he had always wanted to be fat.

His routine changed again. He no longer bothered leaving the apartment at all. No longer bothered leaving his bed at all. Just stayed in bed lounging or napping, calories flowing effortlessly down his throat. His body continued to swell. Every day, in the morning and in the evening, the driver would visit to clean him and to replenish the canister of formula. Then their fingers would trace across his body, their palms lifting his rolls, their lips and fingertips sending an electric charge through the tender hidden places in his rolls and folds. He grew and grew. Would he ever make it all the way to the bus stop again? Would he ever make it all the way to the door again? If he managed to make it to the door, would he fit though?

No, he wouldn't. He knew that. But he didn't care. He was growing bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter, softer and heavier.

And if he never left his bed again, he would still be happy.

#weight gain fiction #wg fiction #gaining weight on purpose #feedist fiction #mutual gaining #wg fic #mutual feeding #immobile #immobility #feeding kink

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dollpiggy350 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas folks ♥️♥️♥️♥️

#fatty getting fatter #fatty #immobile #immobility #fashion #forced fattening #dollpiggy #feed me fatter #ssbbwmodel #ssbbwfat #ssbbwgoddess #ssbbw feedee

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smudje-blog · 5 months

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#death feedist #feedee piggy #immobility #weight gain #death feederism #fat belly #fatty getting fatter #feed me #immobile

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prize-pig-collection · 9 months

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I can’t wait for the day that you realize this has finally gone too far

After yet another long night of being stretched out past your limits, you wake up and attempt to roll over, or even sit up.

Except you can’t.

No matter how desperately you try, you barely move. Even though you’re sweating and wheezing like you just ran a marathon. There’s been a small part of you that knew this day would come, even as you gobbled up millions of calories over the years, and finally here it is. You’ve turned yourself into a helpless blob.

Just as you begin to realize you’ll never get out of bed again without a team of people and some special machinery, I’ll wheel in a cart piled high with pancakes, waffles, French toast, donuts… eggs, bacon, sausage, ham… all swimming in a sea of grease and maple syrup.

Of course, as soon as you see the food, you forget about your little predicament, and start drooling uncontrollably as you anticipate shoveling all of that delicious greasy junk down your throat, barely bothering to chew. It’s not like you got this far by accident, after all.

#extreme obesity #immobility #inspiration for piggies

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thatguywhofedme · 2 months

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Look.....

if you're into death feedism like I am and your life goal is to fatten someone until their lard ridden body stops being able to pump their clogged heart to life and the defibrillator doesn't do the trick anymore OR you want to get fatten up by someone until you fall into a permanent food coma while the oxygen gave up on keeping your immobile body alive

Well, you know exactly what your life is going to be and I'm sure you're just as excited as I am

So.....

If you're a feeder : you will need to find the perfect piggy who has absolutely no limits whatsoever and wants to grow as fat as possible no matter what happens

You'll need to do EVERYTHING for your feedee, whether it's scrubbing their beautiful rolls as you give them a sponge bath in the bariatric bed, cooking or ordering absurd amounts of food to be 110% sure your feedee is satisfied and ready for another stuffing in a couple hour and speaking of satisfied, your most important task is to make them satisfied every second of their life, whether it's by feeding them an entire buffet or fucking no matter what, it doesn't matter where you are or with who, if your feedee wants something, it is YOUR responsibility to care of your feedees every needs, especially at the stage where they'll be immobile, unable to do anything than eating and fucking, you'll be their caretaker and they will need you 24/7, but I'm sure it won't be a problem if this is the life you truly want

If you're a feedee : you will need to eat everything in sight, it doesn't matter if you're "too full", you'll need to get that belly of yours so full you won't be able to move your morbidly obese body from the place you decided to park your fat ass on, which is why you and you're feeder need to invest on a mobility scooter, this way you'll be able to move around no matter how stuffed you say you are while your feeder keeps on feeding you, you'll also need to listen to your feeders needs, whether it's when he tells you to eat a couple more plates at the buffet when you're ready to explode or when you can clearly see how horny they are for you and need to fuck your fat body as soon as possible, you better be ready to get your rolls, belly button, fupa or any part of your body to get played with as you get fed even more and then funnel fed while they fuck you senseless and of course, be ready for when your final days of mobility arrives and your feeder ordered your your new bariatric bed with a built in scale to see how long it'll take to get you over a 1000lbs, that is, if your body can handle this much lard of course, but don't worry, you'll always have your feeder to make you feel loved and take care of your every needs like the perfect growing piggy you are

To conclude this topic, whether you're a feeder or a feedee, there's always going to be goals for you to accomplish to make your life fulfilling, enjoyable and full of love with your partner beside you no matter how far into obesity you want to be

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